To The Love of My Life

To The Love of My Life:

I’ve written other letters address to the “love of my life,” not being truthful to them, you, or myself and for that, I’m sorry. I tend to feel like I’m not worth the air that I breathe so frequently that I just laugh, drink, and smoke more frequently to forget. I’m not sure what kind of man I’ll become, but I’m damn sure not proud of the man that I am. Yet and still, that’s just me being complicated. You are my world, the reason why I grind, the reason why I hustle, the reason why I hope and pray for better days. While part of me thinks that the world would be better without me, I know that you wouldn’t, and that keeps me here. You don’t judge me based upon my failures, love me without limitation, and l hang on to my every word with adoring eyes. That’s the joy I get from fatherhood…